There Is No Life Which Does Not

It Is Wrong To Ask For More Than You Give Freely. In This Way, We Come To Resemble What We Hate.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

Stone And Sea Are Deep In Life Two Unalterable Symbols Of The World Permanence At Rest And Permanence In Motion Participants In The Power That Remains

Despair And Bitterness Are Not The Only Songs In The World

I Respect My Limitations, But I Don't Use Them As An Excuse.